In the olden days, before photocopiers, there were pantographs. Mam found mine yesterday. She's currently getting rid of anything she doesn't need, just in case.

All she appears to need at the minute are Snickers, cheese scones and cigarettes.

Mam is an addict and I am her supplier.

I don't have a sore throat anymore and thank you for all of your good wishes. I now have a proper cold with which I can seek sympathy in the real world. I have a deep, sexy voice which I am hoping will stay until tomorrow and I can use to my advantage.
I bet it turns into Joe Pasquale.
Happy Sunday.